"You should meet her...we think you two would really hit it off!"
An innocent statement from a not-so innocent couple. I had been with my hotwife couple for 2 years at this point when the topic was raised that they would like to introduce me to a friend of theirs for possible fun times. I trust them and their judgement as they have helped me overcome a divorce in the most unorthodox of ways. I agreed to meet and the date was set to come to their house for a drink. A few weeks passed and I found myself sitting in the living room of my couple's home having a drink. This was not a date, we were simply meeting and seeing if there was chemistry.
A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. As I adjusted in my chair, in walks the most vibrant spirit. A warm glow surrounds her as she strides into the foyer. I took one look at those pretty eyes, shy smile, and legs that wouldn't stop, and melted. My nerves wash away as I could sense that she was something different than I have every had the pleasure of meeting and yet she hadn't spoken a word. She embraced my friends and then approached me as I stood to greet her. No offering of hands for this gentle spirit but an extended hug that made you feel as though you have known one another for longer than the minute that had passed.
I offer my chair but she prefers to sit on the floor. The four of us begin to chat and share laughs when she reaches for my foot and begins to massage it.
"I hope you don't mind?" she says, as I am taken aback by the gesture.
I assure her that if she chooses to continue she won't hear a complaint from my lips. I'm not great with signals, but this one seemed to be smacking me in the face. I eventually pull away and take a seat behind her as I begin to run my hands down her back as the four of us continue to chat. I lean over and plant a soft kiss on her neck as my hand trails towards her leg. Her head turns as our eyes meet. The world seems to pause as we catch the gaze of the other. I move closer...inching towards the softness of her lips...and stop just before we connect. Her reaction could be felt, the desire to kiss her, the moment that we all look forward to...that first kiss, and I didn't follow through. I wanted to cherish it, I wanted to tease her, I wanted her to need it within her. I played this game for a short time before neither one of us could resist any longer. I weave my hand into her hair and pull her in close as we begin to kiss passionately. Our friends look on as they too are enjoying a moment of connection between each other.
